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22125306 2010 年 09 月 17 日 13:30 Reading (loading. ..) Comments (1) Category: Personal Diary
---------- - Anne Baby
a sunny evening, I was busy urban street,
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I looked at it across the city split the sky by buildings, a flash by.
many cases, we imagine that he can fly. Fly to distant places to go, fly to a loved one's side.
on solid ground, looking at their dreams. We live a life of no choice.
once a year, I walked seven cities, from South to North. Mind the occasional flash of a few scattered memories. Transit time in Hangzhou airport, alone, exposure to unfamiliar people, and glorious autumn sun through the terminal's large glass and sprinkle on my face.
plane delay, I patiently cut an apple. Green eyes of a European man with a pen to write postcards. Or to bid farewell reunion. I actually have no worries. Just change the hands of the stub end the war without the wandering road.
wearing a black cotton T-shirt, old jeans, sneakers,
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I remember the rain in Shanghai, because the turning point, I briefly stayed for a long time. In the subway platform,
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blurred this luxury city, I like the sad, diffuse material decadent aroma in the air.
I walk alone, Huaihai Road,
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evening I came here before the pizza shop. To the raw vegetables, fruit slices, corn kernels, raisins and frozen orange juice. Sitting in the seat facing the street,
tory burch 2011, watching dusk wet streets filled with rain and fog. A boy picked up the arms to the girl, through a puddle, and then quickly kissed her hair. Let me once again for the love of luxury and gentle laugh.
youth, love, around people their own ice cream will be happy to buy to jump for joy. Walking at his side, that will always grow old together.
do not know the time of the displaced live in Cabanatuan. Can be changed beyond recognition all the promises.
called the bar and I hand over the students, told him to check out. The young boy looked at the huge mountain on my back pack, look amazing.
but I already used the time alone, outside, pay for themselves, to their own backpack of life. Independence may not feel vulnerable. In the cold night rain, I set foot on the train bound for Hongqiao Airport, a stranger wandering experience mood.
then, leaving a knot in my heart.
few months later, I went to Shanghai. Was in Shanghai with an online acquaintances. Friends accompanied me all the way from the People's Square Fenyang Road. Have thin, light rain, gently hit in the face, warm peace. Passing through a charming little shops, a friend bought me an angel puppet to give New Year gift. Two months later, he ended his career in Shanghai for several years, returned to his own city. Friends said that Shanghai is not appropriate stranger. This is not a loving city.
but I felt a knot.
windows in the subway, I see as a decadent white flowers face. Gallop in the dark, the experience of life flyby slight dizziness.
first trip was 17 years old, go to Huangshan.
transfer bus in Hangzhou, is the heat of the weather. Anhui flood in downtown all the way, cars are the places, can see a lot of rice fields flooded out.
car for a whole 6 hours. I saw the girls face on the pillow to sleep in her boyfriend's palm. A face filled with peace and happiness. Also remember fighting back sleep, reminding myself not to head on the shoulders of men to go around.
soak in the water along the way there I saw the bodies of pigs and farmers worried face. Deep feelings.
had that night in Huangshan, bed was so wet, I left my raincoat around him, heard the night wind and the sound of whistling pines. One up early to watch the sunrise. Peak on the morning cold. A man from the Qinghai cotton borrowed his coat to me. He said that every year you have to let yourself see a sunrise. Let the good life and feel of nature.
high cliff, covered with a rusty lock lover. Top of a rock, someone Daoke I always love you.
but the frailty of human nature and complexity of how to face the vicissitudes of nature it . No eachother. Only the moment of moving.
then I thought, if I and my people love to Huangshan, I will not hang a lock. That the key throw no matter how far, leaves the fate of the hand or in mind.
I just want to stand quietly beside him, watching Yunfei goes down. Until sunset. Grateful to share this moment with him.
moment is enough.
difficult life. The impermanence of love. Nature's grand.
others photos for me inside, I saw the sun and their The sad eyes. I read that in High School.
been the most northern place is Beijing.
father gave me three thousand dollars, say you to the motherland looked to see the capital. I was 22 years old, about to graduate.
and my best friend Joe go. Her disappointment in love, think of distant places to try to forget.
We bought a sleeper ticket, the train sat for almost two days.
night, Joe pushed me up the narrow shop, told me that she story. That a section of the plot, beautiful, painful. Rhythmic tracks in the train crash, Joe the warm tears falling drop by drop on the pillow.
night I woke up and stop the train. I saw the lights of the station platform, bristling brand of Nanjing. Suddenly my heart was quiet. A feeling very fatalistic. Feel that they would definitely go after the city. In fact, I later went to Nanjing, and she liked it that Shen quiet atmosphere.
along with street trees are cool and bright and simple.
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